The Secret letter I Like You ……

The Secret letter I Like You ……

The Secret letter I Like You ……

The Secret letter I Like You
A reason season lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.  When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.  They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually.  They may seem like a godsend, and they are.  They are there for the reason you need them to be.  Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.  Sometimes they die.  Sometimes they walk away.  Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.  What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled;  their work is done.  The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.  They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.  They may teach you something you have never done.  They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.  Believe it!  It is real!  But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.  Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway);  and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.  It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

The Secret letter I Like You

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

Oh, the Lord Looked Down

Oh, the Lord looked down from his window in the sky,
Said: ‘I created man, but I can’t remember why!
Nothing but fighting since creation day.
I’ll send a little water and wash them all away.’
Oh, the Lord came down and looked around a spell.
There was Mr Noah behaving mighty well.
And that is the reason the Scriptures record
Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.


Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord,
Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord,
Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord,
And he left him high and dry.

The Lord said: ‘Noah, there’s going to be a flood,
There’s going to be some water, there’s going to be some mud,
So, take off your hat, Noah, take of your coat,
Get Shem, Ham, and Japeth and build yourself a boat.’
Noah said: ‘Lord, I don’t believe I could.’
The Lord said: ‘Noah, get yourself some wood.
You never know what you can do till you try.
Build it fifty cubits wide and thirty cubits high.’Noah said: ‘There she is, there she is, Lord!’
The Lord said: ‘Noah, it’s time to get aboard.
Take of each creature a he and a she,
And of course take Mrs Noah and the whole family.’
Noah said: ‘Lord, it’s getting mighty dark.’
The Lord said: ‘Noah, get those creatures in the ark.’
Noah said: ‘Lord, it’s beginning to pour.’
The Lord said: ‘Noah, hurry up and close the door.’The ark rose up on the bosom of the deep.
After forty days Mr Noah took a peep.
He said: ‘We’re not moving, Lord, where are we at?’
The Lord said: ‘You’re sitting right on Mount Ararat.’
Noah said: ‘Lord, it’s getting nice and dry.’
The Lord said: ‘Noah, see my rainbow in the sky.
Take all your creatures and people the earth,
And be sure that you’re not more trouble than you’re worth.’


You are a ukulele beyond my microphone
You are a Yukon beyond my Micronesia
You are a union beyond my meiosis
You are a unicycle beyond my migration
You are a universe beyond my mitochondria
You are a Eucharist beyond my Miles Davis
You are a euphony beyond my myocardiogram
You are a unicorn beyond my Minotaur
You are a eureka beyond my maitai
You are a Yuletide beyond my minesweeper
You are a euphemism beyond my myna bird


When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words.

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